#je te pardonne

[lovingyoulovinme]

✶ charles leclerc x reader ✶

2019

renaultf1team

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renaultf1team It’s the super nice and ultra cool @yourinstagram! We 💛 her!

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yourinstagram thank you for having me! 🐥💖

username who even is this?

⤥ username y/n y/l/n she's a model but she's been into f1 for awhile

danielricciardo Sorry for not winning for you like i promised @yourinstagram

⤥ yourinstagram 🤣🤣

username they finally invited a celebrity that knows about the sport

username manifesting she comes to more races her interview talking about how much fun she had was really cute

scuderiaferrari How can we get her in our garage?

⤥ renaultf1team She's ours sorry!

yourinstagram 🤭

username ferrari begging her to come to their garage 😭 need her and charles to meet tho

July 14, 2019

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc P1 babyyyyyy ! Thank you to the team and to everyone that showed support this weekend.

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scuderiaferrari 🥇❤️

username congrats charles ! !

username he will be wdc one day mark my words

yourinstagram proud!!!! 🐰🤍

⤥ charles_leclerc 😘

username they know each other????

username y/n has always said charles is one of her favorite drivers it wouldn't be surprising if they met when she came to silverstone

username YOU DESERVE IT

pierregasly 😮‍💨

username first season with ferrari and he's been killing it what a legend

username 🔥🔥🔥

September 28, 2019

2020

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram new years party with all my favorite people 🥵🥂❤️

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username happy new years!!!

username the drink on her head 😭 shes so crazy i love her 🤪

username LECLERC?????

⤥ username one of her favorite people....

danielricciardo Thanks for the invite!

⤥ yourinstagram stfu u literally told me you couldn't come

danielricciardo 😣

username i would do insane things to get invite to a party thrown by y/n

username streets (mutual of mine whose friend went to the party) saying y/n and charles kissed at midnight

⤥ username anybody can lie and say they were there 😭 hell i could go on twitter and start a full thread abt it doesn't mean it would be true

charles_leclerc 💃🕺

⤥ yourinstagram moves so good they swept me off my feet

username 👀👀👀

January 2, 2020

leclercupdates

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leclercupdates clip of charles' from his twitch stream today 🫣

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username i cant believe this is how we get confirmation they're dating 😭

username hes so dumb i love him

username he def didnt mean to say it bc the way his face turned into pure horror when he realized 😭

yourinstagram idiot

⤥ username Y/N HI

username his lil giggles i am so happy for them

April 6, 2020

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram note to self: stop forgetting your keys (and tape your boyfriend's mouth shut)

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username instagram and twitch official 🤭

username THE SECOND PIC AHHHHH

username not the shade

landonorris 😂

⤥ yourinstagram you think this is funny?

landonorris 🤐

username parents 🫶

charles_leclerc S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi, je ne voulais pas 🥺 (Please, forgive me, I didn't mean to.)

⤥ yourinstagram the french nor the emoji will work this time bye

username their doggies 🥹

scuderiaferrari Does this mean you'll be in our garage when the time is right?

⤥ username they are never giving up

username this is such pr

username her being friends with danny lando and pierre is my favorite thing ever

April 8, 2020

2021

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Happy days before the start of the season

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yourinstagram put a shirt on

username best couple in the world

lilymhe Who is the beautiful girl in the third slide?

⤥ charles_leclerc she's taken

yourinstagram that could change

username everyone being in love with y/n is so cute

username please never break up

pierregasly No photo of me?

⤥ username pierre third-wheeling them 24/7 😭

username her smile!!! 👼👼👼

February 6, 2021

deuxmoi via instagram

September 20, 2021

2022

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram this must be the place 💒

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username THE ENGAGEMENT RUMORS LOOKING REAL TRUE RN

danielricciardo 🤭

username wedding venue???? 🥹

charles_leclerc Je veux passer ma vie avec toi ❤️ (I want to spend my life with you)

⤥ yourinstagram lucky for you you're stuck with me

username THEY ARE SOOOOOOO

username third slide is so precious :(

pierregasly Can i be the **** ***

⤥ username BEST MAN???

arthur_leclerc No

lorenzotl No

username obsessed with the way they never confirmed the engagement rumors but are doing nothing to stop them

username i love them so much im sobbing

username it feels like just yesterday charles was accidentally confirming their relationship on twitch and now they're getting MARRIED

January 18, 2022

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Best day of my life forever. 👰‍♀️🤵🖤

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username CRYING SO BADDDDDD

yourinstagram 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE U

⤥ charles_leclerc Love you more Mrs. Leclerc 🥰

username both of her dresses were so gorgeous oh my god

danielricciardo Party of the year

scuderiaferrari Congratulations to our two favorite people ❤️

username they look so unbelievable happy :( they deserve the world

lilymhe most beautiful bride!!!!!! and charles

⤥ yourinstagram sad you didn't stand up to object...

username this all happened because of alpine let's be honest

⤥ alpinef1team We got a thank you card in the mail 😊

username 🥹🥹🥹🥹

username they are soulmates im sure of it

pierregasly 🥂😛❤️‍🔥

username they got married on the 17th...exactly 3 years after they met 🥺

arthur_leclerc So happy ❤️

July 20, 2022

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part eight charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (angst/fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"You play?" You called though the apartment, crouching down infront of the piece. "I took the Leclerc's for more of . . . classical instruments." You noted, admiring the piece.

Arthur peaked his head from the wall, looking at you confused. "Ahhh." He snapped his fingers once he saw the red electric guitar leaning on the stand against the wall. "That's not mine, that's yours." He disappeared behind the wall again.

"Mine?" You frowned, confused. You didn't play any instruments as far as you could remember—

You entered the room loudly strumming the guitar to the tune of 'do i want to know' by arctic monkeys. "Mon Dieu, qu'ai-je jamais fait pour te déplaire. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi." [dear god, what have i ever done to displease you. please forgive me] charles screamed into his hoodie as you stood on the background. "Have you ever been beaten by a wet spaghetti noodle because you confused your girlfriend for her twin sister and fucked her dad? That's what it's like to drive a Ford f2 50." You could hear the other quartet boys wheezing on stream while charles bit on his sleeve to muffle his screams.

You chuckle pulling the case open. You're met by a nice surprise. Tons of polaroid photos fill the case, leaving enough space for the guitar. They were all pictures of you and Charles, dating from the beginning of your relationship till mid 2020 during lockdown.

"I don't think he would've hid that here if he knew you put all these there." Arthur chuckled, holding up a cup of hot coffee ( or was it chocolate? ) for you.

It was both. You sipped the drink, looking at the memories. "What'd you mean?" "Charles didn't think it was as romantic as playing the piano in the morning." The older brother-in-law, Lorenzo, commented as he walked through the hallway.

"Speaking of mister romantic." Arthur sat beside you wiggling his eyebrows. "You like him." You dry laughed which did end up in an actual laugh.

"vous êtes en retard de plusieurs semaines." [you're late by a few weeks] Pascale corrected her youngest son as she stopped by the room, looking at you with a soft smile. You shrugged, sharing the smile.

"Je serais idiot de ne pas tomber amoureuse de mon mari." [i'd be an idiot to not fall for my husband] I joked. Arthur folded his arms squinting his eyes, giving you a suspicious look. "Donner une raison." [give reason] He demanded.

"What is this? An exam." You scoffed with a laugh, nudging his shoulder. "For sentimental reasons." You stuck your tongue out at him, putting the guitar in the case and collecting your things to leave.

"Ie dois partir . . . uhh— maintenant!" [i have to go, uhh now] You snapped your finger once you remembered the word, kissing Pascale's cheek gently. The Your family gave you smiles and waved farewells as you put your shoes on and left for your car.

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"im safe" was the only message in the chat. You'd texted Charles almost a week ago to assure him of your safety. You didn't tell him where or with who you were, maybe that was why he didn't answer.

Was he angry? He probably was.

You sighed deeply, pocketing your phone as you approached your hotel room. You unlocked the door, pushing your suitcase inside. Charles was here, you could smell his cologne, or maybe because the shower was running and no one else would shower in your room.

Your eyes undiluted upon seeing the two separate beds.

The bathroom door unlocked and Charles stepped out. He was definitely surprised to see you, he wasn't expecting you till tomorrow. And you could tell. He wouldn't be standing there, naked, if he knew you'd be there.

"Sorry." Your voice came out raspy as you tore your eyes away from his bare flesh, looking away. You cleared your voice with a cough, starting to unpack your belongings in the closet. You could hear him move around before he reached for clothes from behind you. You could feel the steam from his skin and his breath on your neck as he paused to look down at your timid figure which got even timid-er when he trapped you between your arms, leaning closer to you.

You closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as you felt Charles lips ghost on the skin on your neck. A gasp left your mouth as you felt his hands trail down your chest and hips. "Charles." His name left your tongue like a prayer.

"Please." "You want me?" "I need you." You pleaded, trying to lean back into his body only for him to pull away. "You want me?" "I do. I need you." You begged again, feeling shame flow through your body as you breathed out the words.

"Char . . . les?" You felt him pull away with a scoff. Your face reddened with embarrassment as you heard him dress before taking his leave.

"You've finally done it." You mumbled to yourself stepping in the shower. From going to begging for you to rejecting you. This marriage was dead wasn't it? With a quick shower and tidy up, you collapsed on the not taken bed, staying there for the rest of the night.

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"Hehe, look at you!" "Me? Your face is basically- AMOUR!" Charles could feel his faint shouting and your giggling as he gently closed the hotel door after him. He kicked his shoes off before slowly taking strides to your non-moving blanket-covered figure.

He could see the light from the screen under the blanket, colors and figures moving. "Charles!" "Stay still- Y/N! Stop pulling- Y/N!" Your giggles and laughs filled his ears as he gently pulled the blanket to reveal the old digital flip screen camera playing videos from its files.

He could see his younger self trying to pull you closer from your jaw, trying to reach your lips and when he did he kissed you deeply, not wasting the chance to make out with you.

"You know I love you, cheri?" "Oh?" Your drunk voice sounded through the room. "You're so sweet carli-" Charles took the camera, shutting it off with an angry huff.

His eyebrows furrowed. He looked down at you ready to give you a scowl or a scolding only to find you sleeping, far away in dreamland. His shoulders relaxed as he admired you.

What happened? He kept thinking. It was not your fault you said these words. You were frustrated and confused. Heck you were a Seventeen year old, who woke up from a nap to find herself 7 years in the future in a 25 year-olds life and with her expectations.

"I'm sorry." He found himself murmuring quietly, the bed dipping as he sat next to you, gently brushing your messy hair from your face.

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"JESUS!" You stomped angrily, ripping your helmet and balaclava off. "Calm down, Y/N." "Don't tell me to calm down! You yourself said it was bad."

"No no, Y/N." Your mechanic tried to hold you back only for you to shove your helmet in his chest. "LANDO!" You called the British out and you approached his garage. "What the fuck was that?! Huh? Are we playing bumper cars?"

Lando sighed, rolling his eyes as he walked out, ready to shut you up. "You're making a scene." He scolded you, taking your arm to pull you somewhere private. "I am! That was crazy. You're crazy."

"Why do you care?" He stopped in his tracks, looking you straight in your eyes. "You crashed Charles out? He's in the hospital? He's my husband? You hurt my husband." I argued, not being able to stand him.

"He's not your husband." your eyes widened at his statement. "He's Y/N's husband. He's my best friend's husband. I don't know where she is but I'm definitely not looking at her."

You clenched your jaw and fists, glaring at him as he walked away. You took long strides in the other direction.

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"Fuck!" You screamed in your car over and over again as you parked at the hotel. You just wished you were back in f3, you wish this was all a nightmare, a bad dream and you'd wake up any second now and score p19 in that damn race.

Lando was right, you weren't Y/N. Nothing that you had was yours, you shouldn't have any of it all. You shouldn't even be here.

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"Again?" Charles grumbled, looking around the empty hotel room. Your things were here, but you were nowhere to be found. "Fucking hell Y/N." He cussed, going down the hall to look for you. You might've been at Lando's or Max's?

Neither. One had shrugged and told Charles he last saw you with Lando and the other told him that he last had a fight with you before you walked off. Great.

your things were here but you weren't. Maybe you were on a run? Yes, that must be it. You were just running your stress off, like you always do right? Charles waited. and waited. and waited. it was 4am, he was laying in your bed, his arm in the sling hurting and his eyes burning from lack of sleep.

Great. fucking great—

creak

and there you were, standing at the door, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Y/N, what the actual fuck?!" You flinched, looking up scared as he stomped over. You were ready for a scolding or for him to should, or hit you even. but you were instead pulled into his chest by his one good arm.

"Where the fuck have you been." ok he did scold you, but you still felt better in his arms. so you stayed there, hugging him for the rest of the morning. "your arm—" "fucking fine. just— SHH!" you stayed quiet, letting him nuzzle in your neck and caress your head.

"Where?" "Drive?" "Why?" "Needed to clear my head." "All night?" "Mhm." you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Text me then." "I did?"

You did. Take a guess on who blocked his number. "Sorry." "Just— dont fucking run off like that. It scares the shit out of me."

[boobo13cambridge]

Random draft

A/N: Hii guys, so I had this in the drafts and I wanted to post it because i just thought it was funny lol don't take it too seriously tho

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Kylian: bébé

Kylian: stp soit pas fâcher (please don't be mad)

You: kes t’a fait mtn Kylian? (what have you done now, Kylian?)

Kylian: bb promets-moi que tu ne te fâcheras pas 🥺 (baby, you have to promise me that you won't get angry)

You: non (no)

Kylian: bb 😔 (baby)

You: kylian srx kes t’a fait? (Kylian, seriously, what have you done?)

Kylian: tu c ton rouge à lèvres rouge? celui de ysl? (you know your red lipstick, the one from YSL?)

You: kylian…��

Kylian: wallahi, jte jure que j pas fait par exprès mais je l’ai échapper dans le bol de toilette (I swear, I swear I didn't do it on purpose, but I dropped it in the toilet bowl)

You: WTF KYLIAN C KOI TON PROBLÈME! 😡😡(WTF, Kylian, what's your problem?)

Kylian: bb t’avais dis que t'allais pas te fâcher!! (baby, you said you wouldn't get angry!!)

You: NON MAIS CAVA PAS DANS TA TÊTE OU QUOI??? COMMENT TA FAIT POUR ÉCHAPPER MON ROUGE À LÈVRE DANS LA TOILETTE! JTE JURE JE VAIS TE TUER! 😡😡😡 (NO, BUT ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND OR WHAT??? HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO DROP MY LIPSTICK IN THE TOILET? I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!)

Kylian: Bb, relax svp jvais t'en acheter un autre (baby, please relax, I'll buy you another one!)

You: NON MAIS COMMENT T’A FAIS POUR L’ÉCHAPPER DANS LA TOILETTE? (BUT HOW DID YOU DO IT? HOW DID YOU DROP IT IN THE TOILET?)

Kylian: jtm mon amour (I love you, my love)

You: t srx kylian? Explique toi mtn! (Are you serious, Kylian? Explain yourself right now!)

Kylian: je voulais juste voir la couleur (I just wanted to see the color)

You: tu vois la couleur à chaque fois que je le porte (you see the color every time I wear it)

Kylian: je m’excuse, princesse, pardonne-moi svp 🥺 (I'm sorry, princess, please forgive me 🥺)

You: j pas envie (I don't want to)

You: je suis vraiment fâché après toi (I'm really mad at you)

Kylian: maiiiissss bb je me suis excuser, svp je vais t’acheter tout les rouge à lèvres ysl au monde (buuutttt baby, I apologized, please, I'll buy you all the YSL lipsticks in the world)

You: omg kyky , 311,25 €??

Kylian: je t’ai acheter tous les models qu’ils avaient (i bought all the red colours that they had)

Kylian: tu me pardonne mtn?? 🥺 (do you forgive me now??)

You: … oui d’accord jte pardonne 🙄 (… fine i forgive you)

Kylian: jtm mon coeur ❤️❤️❤️ (ily my heart)

You: jtm aussi bb ❤️ (ily too bb)

Kylian: alors tu m’envois t seins ou pas? 😏 (so are you going to send me a pic of your tits or what?)

You: jte bloque (I’m blocking you)

[rollinginthedeep-swan]

En ajout au texte important de @crococookie juste ici

Je voulais reblog et poster à la suite mais mon texte est vraiment trop long.

Poster ça, ça m'angoisse énormément. J'ai toujours peur qu'on m'interprète de travers. J'ai donc hésité longuement mais j'ai envie de rebloguer parce que même si j'ai pas été diag de troubles dys liés à la lecture et l'écriture (ce qui ne veut pas dire que je n'en ai pas, l'errance médicale, tout ça) je suis terriblement étourdie. Et si je me décide à l'écrire, c'est parce que l'an dernier, une personne a osé me demander de me relire et de corriger mes fautes, sur un paragraphe que j'ai écris rapidement en étant au téléphone un jour où j'étais sollicitée toutes les deux minutes. Avec les troubles qui me sont propres, mon vécu et j'en passe, j'ai mis du temps à me réconcilier avec l'orthographe et la grammaire. Le scolaire ne m'a pas aidé (du tout).

C'est le RP qui l'a fait.

Attention, il n'y a aucune agressivité dans ce poste (je pense que maintenant vous avez assez pigé mon mood de meuf pacifiste qui lève le drapeau blanc et veut qu'une chose : LA PAIX BORDEL.) , je partage juste mon expérience et mes conseils sur le sujet des fautes et du rapport à L'orthographe dans la commu RP. C'est aussi un petit appel à la bienveillance et à une direction vers un comportement plus chill envers vos partenaires qui font des fautes.

L'autre raison qui me pousse à poster, c'est parce qu'à la minute où j'écris je n'arrête pas de me relire. Et ça montre bien que je suis encore marquée par mes débuts dans la sphère du RP.

J'aimerais beaucoup vous dire que c'est exclusivement grâce à la bienveillance d’autrui, mais ce serait mentir. En quinze ans et surtout au début, j'ai eu le droit à des commentaires assez (trop) désagréables. C'est la capacité des autres à ne rien laisser passer qui a heurté ma confiance en moi et qui m'a donné l'impulsion de ne plus leur donner aucuns prétextes pour me reprendre. Et vous savez, je ne leur en veux même pas, à ces personnes. Je leur pardonne même assez facilement et je suis persuadée qu'iels ne sont pas tous-tes malveillant-e-s. L'humain est plus complexe que ça.

Ce qui m'a poussé à ne plus vouloir faire de fautes, c'est mon foutu caractère et ma tendance à vouloir contredire les personnes qui ne laissent rien passer. (Parfois ça peut être un problème, d'autre, un vrai coup de pied aux fesses pour faire face aux détracteurs. Et là, notez toujours qu'on parle de mon expérience personnelle avec mon profil à moi. Je ne parle pas pour tout le monde. Pitié, ne demandez pas à une personne dys de 'faire un effort', c'est validiste et grossier. Et si vous avez du mal, on a beaucoup de personnes concernées qui sont là pour donner des sources et aider à comprendre.)

Je fais encore des fautes d'étourderie aujourd'hui. Je vous raconte pas le nombre de fois où j'édite des postes parce que j'ai vu une boulette d'étourderie. (Rien que ce matin j'ai dû éditer un petit poste d'intrigue parce que j'ai réalisé que j'avais oublié un fuc$$ng mot pour que ma phrase fasse sens.) Y a un truc que je peux conseiller pour les gens maniaques de l'orthographe (dont je fais partie, faut pas croire) : S'il-vous-plaît (vraiment, je demande gentiment) attendez qu'on vous demande ? (En supposant que ça puisse arriver.) C'est frustrant et même blessant. Et si on vous demande : Ne pas jouer les profs avec des formules telles que : 'Ceci ne s'écrit pas comme ça, mais comme ci'. Vous partez ainsi du principe qu'on ne sait pas. Et même si c'est le cas, n'oubliez pas que les troubles dys existent et que vous ne connaissez ni la personne ni son vécu. Derrière l'écran, c'est toujours un être humain.

J'rp par exemple avec une personne Dys qui me pond les textes les plus élaborés et qui passe un temps fou à se relire. Chaque profil est différent. N'oubliez pas qu'on est aussi souvent crevé-e-s de nos semaines et que même s'il y a des gens qui pondent des textes sans fautes hyper facilement, c'est pas le cas de tout le monde et derrière, on peut se retrouver à être nombreux-ses à complexer, à vouloir poster des trucs parfaits parce qu'on a encore le souvenirs de ces remarques qu'on ne veut plus affronter. Même si derrière, on a les partenaires les plus adorables et les moins regardants de la sphère. Ça peut gâcher le plaisir d'écrire, alors que le RP est un loisir. Pas un job. On ne va pas publier nos écrits, on le fait pour se changer les idées et s'amuser. Un rappel constant de nos étourderie ne va rien arranger, ça ne va rien changer. Même si vous pensez sincèrement bien faire, et quand c'est le cas - parce qu'on ne peut pas espérer que ça le sera toujours malheureusement - merci de vouloir aider, même si c'est maladroitement. (Mais écoutez les conseils svp)

Bref, restons indulgent-e-s et humain-e-s, on a une passion commune vraiment géniale. <3

Si vous avez tout lu, merci d'avoir pris le temps pour ce pavé qui complète un poste à lire absolument !

Des bises,

Swan (qui va lutter contre l'envie de relire et éditer ce texte pour la cinquantième fois.)

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

Aziraphale returns and Crowley speaks French the whole time just so Aziraphale can't understand him.

Crowley: Toujours pas de rossignol!

Aziraphale: Crowley, stop messing about... Se-voo-play!

Crowley: C'est s'il vous plaît! Ne t'inquiète pas, je te pardonne.

[usopps-devotee]

Wips

Death by chocolate

Summary: testing sanjis patients leads to a very "sweet" punishment.

Tags: food play, mean dom sanji, no smut yet, unchecked for grammar and spelling, potentially incorrect French translation (I don't speak french)

You should have known better than to test the cook, thoughts of "How bad can it be?" or "What's the worst that could happen?" landed you a spot at the dining table in front of the world's favorite and most disgusting dessert, chocolate. He ignored every last sorry and plea of mercy, you've really pushed Sanji's buttons this time and he's making sure you're not going to do something like this again. It starts out with a simple layer of cake, decadent and fluffy maybe if you focused on the texture and not the flavor you could survive what you presume to be the first half of your torture.

Sanji cuts a small piece of the bottom layer holding it out for you to taste, hesitant doesn't begin to describe the churn in your stomach ot the red hot anxiety flashing though your veins. He's a patient man, you know the cook could sit at the table all day fork in hand if need be. You lean In close, eyes closed before your jaw is roughly grabbed and the cake is almost melting on your tongue.

"Chew and swallow it, I hope you're done playing dumb with me."

His tight grip on yout face loosened but he didn't let go, instead preparing another bite. This one was bigger than the first, gathering from the bottom 2 layers and the frosting between the two, you're thankful he isn't making you eat the top layer yet, the frosting was always your least favorite part.

Feeling you trying to shy away he tightens his grip, forcing your jaw open and placing the cake in your mouth before you have time to react or pull away. Cringing at the taste and texture of the desert he almost feels bad, almost, he has to remember your behavior today.

As much as your cook adored you and loved the fact that you clung to him like his shadow, distracting him from his responsibilities is one thing he doesn't tolerate. He feels the more you distracted him the longer it takes him to finish his given task, today was proof. Your pretty voice constantly whining his name, desperate for his attetion. Feeling over his body but just enough for your touch to still be deemed 'innocent'. Lewd comments both behind closed doors and in front of the crew, on top of having the audacity to continue when the cook asked you nicely to stop.

Your behavior immediately changed when you saw him gathering the ingredients to chocolate cake. Which is what landed you a spot here sitting at the kitchen table. Swallowing the thick peice of cake and frosting, you already see the next bite prepared. It's more frosting than cake it the top, and that's what he decided to tease tou with, holding it out just inches away from your lips. Sanji looks you in the eyes as you silently plead for him to at least slow down your rate of consumption. Sighing, he takes the bite himself, giving you less chocolate to worry about.

The melodic hum that left Sanji would be reserved in your memory for only your wettest of dreams, had it not been for your libido getting you in this spot in the first place, you would have pounced on his cock right then and there. Instead, you watch as he takes another bite for himself, then steps away from the table. You see him grab a bottle of port wine and one glass presumably for the both of you to share. Pouring the first glass for you, he watched as downed the sweet red without much thought or consideration other than hopes to remove the chocolate taste from your mouth.

"Mon doux ange, où sont tes manières ? Je te pardonne pour cette fois, mais apprends à savourer tes récompenses, ma chérie."

He chuckled as he poured another glass, this time taking a sip while it was still in his hands.

Jealousy

Summary: You don't take kindly to others trying to take what is rightfully yours, usopp gets a reminder of this in the bathroom of a bar.

Tags: Possessive reader, sub usopp, public sex, no smut yet, unchecked for grammar and spelling

Usopp doesn't know how he got in this situation, one thing he does know is he can't get out. He's been flustered by your touch for the better half of an hour while the crew and locals party at the bar you currently reside in. The feeling of your hands gliding over his lower body; his thighs, his ass but most importantly his cock, has him trying to focus on anything other than your caress.

It was rare that Usopp was flirted with by someone other than yourself, the both of you liked to keep it that way. So when persistence in human form wanted to cling to him you didn't take to it very lightly. Grabbing him by the fabric of his overalls you dragged him into your lap where he currently sat. He currently held no qualms against the current placement. If anything Usopp was quite excited by the possessive thrill and being sure that you would never leave, along with the reward of your touch.

"Bathroom" He couldn't tell if the word fell from your lips as more of a purr or a growl but what he did know is you plan to rip him apart from the seams and he's completely down for it. His legs are wobbly from your teases alone as he walked like a baby dear for the first time, with you right behind him hand around the small of his waist.

Let's go to bed

Summary: The best way to get what you want from law is always to put in a show.

Tags: fluff, mention/use of alcohol no smut yet, unchecked for grammar and spelling

If you were honest you really don't have a clue how you ended up in this bar drunk off your ass. Maybe the back and forth playful bickering between you and Penguin got to you, maybe you were too tired of hearing Bepo complain about any climate not cold enough to freeze your nipples off. But you kept ignoring the voice in your head telling you its because of the lack of attention from law. You and your captain had an interesting relationship, closer than anyone else on the ship but not close enough for either of your liking. That thought drive you insane, the space between the two was the same space that allowed you to take almost any drink offered to you.

That's what got you in this mess now, dancing on the table tops and counters, causing you to be the center of attention. You wouldn't have it any other way. As you think, to take another offered drink, you lock eyes with your captain, who looks more intrigued than pissed off. This being so out of the blue, a part of you figured he'd be fuming. The look on his face tells you that he knows this little display of yours, if all for him, all because of him. Maybe you could give him one last hint and one more show. Making a b-line over to the musicians with a song request, he could see the grin in your face and knew your plans now edged toward devious.

[morphinedoutretombe]

Je voudrais tant que tu restes à mes côtés... Que tu me pardonnes mes faiblesses... D'avoir cessé de croire en toi par peur... Peur que tu m' abandonnes... Que tu t'envoles et que tu m'oublies... J'ai juste besoin de ta présence... De la délicatesse de ton plumage... Je veux voir l'éternité dans tes yeux... Si seulement tu pouvais voir comme je t'aime... Tu ne m' effraies pas... Tu me fascines...

[moondustinfj]

Je te pardonne (I forgive you)

~Louis & Armand~

[originalaccountname]

Fun BSD French translation details and choices - Episode 21 (by someone who does not understand Japanese but thinks the differences with the English translation/subtitles are fun)

General notes: (get comfortable, Stuff Happens and blorbo is here)

A lot of weird little things today. Kouyou said she was delivering Dazai's message to Mori "to thank the ADA for their hospitality". Mori talks like he's mistaking Dazai's tan coat for the coat he gave him years ago and is delighted Dazai still wears it. Dazai says he only recently learned about the thinkers Mori mentions. Stuff like that, that shifts time or intent slightly.

Dazai's final jab to Mori was "les monstres ont tendance à croire que les autres sont des monstres également" (monsters tend to think others are also monsters).

Soukoku's name in French in the anime is "Double Noir", literally "Double Black" (though 'noir' can mean both 'black' and 'dark'). Fun fact: on the French wiki, they are also listed as "les jumeaux de l'ombre" (twins from the shadows).

After nullifying Steinbeck's ability, Dazai says "Oh, le salopard!~" (Oh, that bastard!~), as if he's sarcastically replying to Steinbeck's shock at Dazai's ability, instead of complaining about having to deal with Chuuya.

When Chuuya asks Dazai if he knows was a Pétrus is, Dazai actually answers and says yes he knows, it's an extremely pricey bordeaux (Oui, c'est un vin de bordeaux extrêmement coûteux).

Dazai call Q "the sleeping princess waiting to be saved" (la princesse endormie qui attend d'être sauvée). Chuuya sneers "yeah, talk about a sleeping princess" (ouais, tu parles d'une princesse endormie).

"Écoute, tant que Q sera en vie, vous aurez besoin de mon pouvoir pour désamorcer le sien; je vous serai des plus précieux, et la Mafia veilleras sur moi comme une tendre mère poule" (Listen, so long as Q is alive, you will need my ability to disarm hers*; I will be invaluable, and the Mafia will watch over me like a sweet mother hen.) (*Q is a girl in the French dub)

Skk's plans are called "Remords et crapaud" (Remorse and Toad), "Pluie derrière le treillis" (Rain Behind the Trellis), "Mensonges d'une fleur décorative" (Lies of a Decorative/Fake Flower) (side note: they all sound like one of them has to hide and/or cause a diversion...)

"Listen Chuuya... I have one last thing to ask you before I die..." (Écoute Chuuya... j'ai une dernière chose à te demander avant de mourir...)

Chuuya refers to using Corruption like it's a strategy name like the other 3 were just before. It's also called Pollution, which is the same word in both English and French. It sounds less cool than Corruption (which would also be the same word in French), but it does fit the tainted+ vibe. Dazai does later refer to it as "Chuuya's corrupted form".

Ô, pourvoyeurs de pollution noire, Autorise-nous à lui fermer les yeux à tout jamais. (O , purveyors of dark pollution, Allow us to forever close their* eyes.) (*singular, unspecified gender pronoun in French)

Today's quotes:

VF: Alors c'est quoi ce tentacule? Un caprice de la nature? (So what's that tentacle then? A freak of nature?) Eng: If it's not an ability, then what is it?

Dazai: Le choix te reviens, mon vieil ami. (The choice is yours, my old friend.) Chuuya: Le choix me revient, le choix me revient... c'est facile à dire ça. En plus, je sais que quand tu prononces ces paroles, c'est que nous n'avons justement plus d'autres choix. (The choice is mine, the choice is mine... that's easy to say. Plus, I know that when you say those words, it's because we don't have any other choices left.) Eng: I'll let you choose. // You'll let me choose? Whenever you say that, I never actually have another choice.

Chuuya: Je me suis servi de ce pouvoir parce que je te faisais confiance, et toi...! Tu as intérêt à me ramener à la base, si tu veux que je... te pardonne un jour... (I used that power because I trusted you, and you...! You better bring be back to base, if you want me to... one day forgive you...) Dazai: Tu peux compter sur moi, coéquipier. (You can count on me, teammate/partner.) Eng: I used Corruption because I trusted you. You... better take me... to the extraction point... // You got it, buddy.

[jeanchrisosme]

Pardonne-moi si un jour mon changement d'humeur t'a fait penser que je ne t'aime plus, mais je veux te dire que chaque jour qui passe je me sens plus heureux de t'avoir à mes côtés et je ne te changerai jamais pour quelqu'un d'autre que toi.

[microcosme11]

This is only part of a love letter Napoleon wrote

Je ne sais pas quel sort m’attend ; mais s’il m’éloigne plus longtemps de toi, il me [devient] insupportable ; mon courage ne va pas jusque-là. Il fut un temps où je m’enorgueillissais de mon courage, et quelquefois, en jetant les yeux sur le mal que pourraient me faire les hommes, sur le sort que pourrait me réserver le destin, je fixais les malheurs les plus inouïs sans froncer le sourcil, sans me sentir étonné. Mais aujourd’hui, l’idée que ma Joséphine pourrait être mal, l’idée qu’elle pourrait être malade, et surtout la cruelle, la funeste pensée qu’elle pourrait m’aimer moins, flétrit mon âme, arrête mon sang, me rend triste, abattu, ne me laisse pas même le courage de la fureur et du désespoir… Je me disais souvent jadis : les hommes ne peuvent rien à celui qui meurt sans regret ; mais aujourd’hui, mourir sans être aimé de toi, mourir sans cette certitude, c’est le tourment de l’enfer, c’est l’image vive et frappante de l’anéantissement absolu. Il me semble que je me sens étouffer. Mon unique compagne, toi que le sort a destinée pour faire avec moi le voyage pénible de la vie, le jour où je n’aurai plus ton cœur sera celui où la nature aride sera pour moi sans chaleur et sans végétation… Je m’arrête, ma douce amie ; mon âme est triste, mon corps est fatigué, mon esprit est étourdi. Les hommes m’ennuient. Je devrais bien les détester : ils m’éloignent de mon cœur.

Je suis à Port-Maurice, près Oneille ; demain, je suis à Albenga. Les deux armées se remuent ; nous cherchons à nous tromper. Au plus habile la victoire. Je suis assez content de Beaulieu ; s’il manœuvre bien, il est plus fort que son prédécesseur. Je le battrai, j’espère, de la belle manière. Sois sans inquiétude, aime-moi comme tes yeux ; mais ce n’est pas assez : comme toi ; plus que toi, que ta pensée, ton esprit, ta vie, ton tout. Douce amie, pardonne-moi, je délire ; la nature est faible pour qui sent vivement, pour celui que tu animes. [...]

Adieu, adieu, je me couche sans toi, je dormirai sans toi, je t’en prie, laisse-moi dormir. Voilà plusieurs jours où je te serre dans mes bras, songe heureux mais, mais, ce n’est pas toi…

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I don’t know what fate awaits me; but if it keeps me away from you any longer, it [becomes] unbearable to me; my courage only goes so far. There was a time when I prided myself on my courage, and sometimes, casting my eyes on the harm that men could do to me, on the fate that destiny could have in store for me, I stared at the most incredible misfortunes without frowning, without feeling surprised. But today, the idea that my Joséphine could be unwell, the idea that she could be ill, and above all the cruel, fatal thought that she could love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, makes me sad, dejected, does not even leave me with the courage of fury and despair… I often used to say to myself: men can do nothing to those who die without regret; but today, to die without being loved by you, to die without this certainty, is the torment of hell, it is the vivid and striking image of absolute annihilation. I seem to be suffocating. My only companion, you whom fate has destined to make with me the painful journey of life, the day when I will no longer have your heart will be the day when arid nature will be for me without heat and without vegetation… I stop, my sweet friend; my soul is sad, my body is tired, my mind is dizzy. Men bore me. I should hate them: they take me away from my heart.

I am in Port-Maurice, near Oneille; tomorrow I'm in Albenga. The two armies move; we seek to deceive each other. The most skilful wins. I am quite happy with Beaulieu; if he maneuvers well, he is stronger than his predecessor. I will beat him, I hope, in a good way. Don't worry, love me like your eyes; but that’s not enough: like you; more than you, than your thought, your spirit, your life, your everything. Sweet friend, forgive me, I am delirious; nature is weak for those who feel keenly, for those whom you animate. [...]

Goodbye, goodbye, I'm going to bed without you, I'll sleep without you, please let me sleep. It's been several days since I held you in my arms, happy dream but, but, it's not you…

link to the entire letter on napoleonica

[urwendii]

This was supposed to be posted for @silmarillionepistolary but life got in the way.

Note: French, some sort of prose.

Pairing: Maedhros x Fingon

Son père ayant péri, Maitimo écrit une lettre finale à Findekáno avant de partir rencontrer Melkor.

Pardonne moi mon amour,

Pardonne moi Finno de devoir t'écrire lorsque le monde n’est qu’obscurité, lorsque nos épées suintant encore du sang de nos péchés ne sont à peine rangées. 

Pardonne moi Finno pour n'avoir pas su être grand et dans notre folie envolée dans ce vent si rugissant, ne me viens maintenant que le goût amer des regrets. 

Pardonne moi Finno pour ne pas lutter, ne pas pleurer, ne pas crier. L'éloquence des mots qui furent un jour mon arme s'est évaporée comme une simple flamme sur laquelle on souffle avant de se coucher. 

Pardonne moi mon amour car si il y a dorénavant des cendres sous mes ongles, dans mes yeux; celles dans mon cœur tapissent déjà une triste destinée presque achevée. 

Pardonne moi mon amour, car je dois m'en aller au plus loin dans cette obscurité, et je la redoute, je la maudit, elle qui m'aura bientôt trahie. Il est l’heure à présent où lorsque je me lèverai, roi de quelques heures, couronné de larmes et de colère, je marcherai alors, la tête levée. 

Pardonne moi Finno même si dans mon cœur résonne encore la poésie de ton corps et moi ivre de tes baisers, lorsque nous étions inconscients et si beaux, mon amour, dans notre gaieté. 

Pardonne moi mon amour, car à quoi peut bien rimer mon existence si séparé de toi, je ne peux que prier que tu aies renoncé. 

Russo.

[praline1968]

💙💙

MON GALOPIN

Tu nous quittais le 13 octobre 2010 me laissant anéantie à vie.

Je me recueille devant ton urne chaque soir, et la bougie sera allumée ce soir pour te rendre hommage 🕯️ 🕊️

Merci de tout mon cœur pour tout ce que tu m’as apporté durant ton vivant, cet amour inconditionnel qu’on ne trouve pas chez les humains 🙏🏻 🙏🏻

Je ne t’oublierai jamais, je t’aimerai toujours 💗

(Poème écrit pour tes 20 ans le 12 février 2011)

🤍 MON GALOPIN 🤍

Mon petit cœur, Mon petit amour,

Mon fidèle compagnon, mon ami le plus cher,

Ce 12 février marque pour nous un jour anniversaire,

Celui qui, ce beau jour de 1991, en Ardèche, t’a vu naître,

Tu aurais eu 20 ans aujourd’hui, si seulement tu avais vécu,

Mais la grande roue impitoyable de l’univers ne l’a pas voulu.

Nous espérions tellement l’atteindre ce chiffre de 20,

Pour continuer ensemble vers de beaux lendemains,

Nous voulions tant battre tous les records connus,

Mon petit cœur, mon petit amour, t’en souviens-tu ?

Il y a 2 ans, un AVC sur toi, violemment s’abattait,

Te privant de l’usage de tes pattes, cruellement paralysées,

Devant le pénible spectacle, le désespoir nous envahissait,

Et des torrents de larmes de mes yeux jaillissaient.

Alors qu’à l’unanimité, la grande majorité te condamnait,

Après tant et tant d’efforts déployés et renouvelés,

Durant des heures entières et de longues journées,

Soudain, dans un ultime élan, tu te relevais et tu marchais.

Devant l’étonnement de nos grands yeux écarquillés,

Cet incroyable miracle, de bonheur nous remplissait,

Je t’ai admiré pour cette force unique, cette volonté.

Exceptionnel petit chien, battant, tu l’as toujours été,

Ce jour béni d’entre tous fût le plus beau de ma vie,

Dans cette douloureuse épreuve, tu m’as tant appris.

Cette rage de vivre, depuis, tu l’as toujours gardée,

Le 13 octobre 2010, un nouvel AVC destructeur te frappait,

Cette fois, brutalement et sournoisement, te terrassait,

Enfermant ton petit corps dans une paralysie totale,

Signant ainsi au fer rouge la condamnation finale.

Durant la dernière nuit, tes appels au secours retentissaient,

Et me contraignaient à prendre la décision tant redoutée,

D’abréger tes jours et ta souffrance, et choisir de te délivrer,

Effroyable décision que je ne pourrais jamais me pardonner,

Je le sais, tu voulais vivre encore et ne jamais nous quitter.

Sur la table du vétérinaire, ton petit corps sans vie gisait,

Devant mes larmes de désespoir et ma terrible détresse,

Dans un ultime pleur, tu me suppliais de m’accrocher.

La piqûre contenant le poison mortel ne voulait pas agir,

Sentant mon immense chagrin, tu refusais encore de partir,

Avant que tes yeux et ton cœur ne s’éteignent à jamais,

Me laissant là, abandonnée, impuissante et brisée.

Alors, en hommage à ta force et ton énorme courage,

Comme un emblème, je porte ton collier à mon poignet,

Pour que ton combat ne soit pas vain et ne finisse en mirage,

De me relever et d’être encore plus forte, je te promets,

Afin que ton âme si pure et si belle, puisse vivre en paix.

J’attends maintenant le jour béni de nos retrouvailles,

Ce jour sacré qui nous verra toi et moi à jamais réunis,

Ma seule volonté enfouie au fond de mes entrailles,

Celle de te retrouver enfin pour l’éternité, au paradis.

Je t’aime, à jamais, pour toujours,

Mon petit cœur, Mon petit amour.

💙💙

🎤 Michel Pépé ~ L’ascension céleste 🎧

[amoureusedesmots98]

PARCE QUE C'EST TOI

Si tu crois un jour que j'te laisserai tomber

Pour un détail, pour une futilité

N'aie pas peur, je saurai bien

Faire la différence.

Si tu crains un jour que j'te laisserai faner

La fin de l'été, un mauvais cap à passer

N'aie pas peur, personne d'autre n'pourrait

Si facilement te remplacer

Oh non pas toi

Vraiment pas toi

Parce que c'est toi le seul à qui je peux dire

Qu'avec toi je n'ai plus peur de vieillir

Parce que c'est toi

Rien que pour ça

Parce que j'avoue j'suis non plus tentée

D'rester seul dans un monde insensé

Si tu crois un jour qu'tout est à refaire

Qu'il faut changer, on était si bien naguère

N'aie pas peur, je n'veux pas tout compliquer

Pourquoi s'fatiguer

Et commence pas à te cacher pour moi

Oh non, je te connais trop bien pour ça

Je connais par cœur ton visage

Tes désirs, ces endroits de ton corps

Qui m'disent encore

Parce que c'est nous, c'est fort

Parce c'est toi j'oserais tout affronter

Et c'est à toi à qui j'pourrais pardonner

Parce que c'est toi

Rien que pour ça

Parce c'est toi j'voudrais un jour un enfant

Et non pas parce que c'est le moment

Parce que c'est toi

Je veux te voir dedans

J'verrais dans ces yeux tous ces petits défauts

Parce que parfait n'est plus mon créneau

Parce que c'est toi...

Parce que c'est toi le seul à qui j'peux dire

Qu'avec toi je n'ai plus peur de vieillir

Parce que c'est toi

Rien que pour ça...

Parce que c'est toi.

Axelle Red

[siredtoyourlips]

~Eyes don't lie~ Regulus Black

Summary: When Regulus broke up with you in the worst way possible, you can't find it in your yourself to move on. Your heart is broken and he wants to explain himself do you forgive him or not.

900 words:)

Warnings: Angst, Mean!Reggie, swearing, crying, flashbacks ( bold and italicized) Kissing, eating out, nutity, titty sucking, hickies, not proof-read, first fic so beware. And more:)

The way his lips felt on my lips, on my skin. It made me feel alive again. He made me feel alive again. His smile, his laugh, the love in his eyes when he looked at me. This love has taken over me, all I think about is him. I can never take him off my mind and I never want to. More like I never wanted to.

I always wanted him to be on my mind, now all I want is to get him off my mind, I hate that all I think about is him. I wish he would have told me why. That night it happened was horrible. I thought he was so in love with me yet how could he do this? after all I gave him. After all I put into the relationship.

'Reggie, stop. You're scaring me. what's wrong'. I said, he looked scared and hurt. He looked me in my eyes and blatantly said: 'I want to break up'. Those five words hit hard but not as hard as the next words that he said 'I don't love you, I never have. I should have left you months ago but you're such a cry baby I just didn't want to deal with it'.

Was it true? did he hate me? was he playing me? I know I'm sensitive but a crybaby. Now I'm at a Slytherin party with some friends but all I can think about is him and it doesn't help that he's across the room with some Slytherin whore. I feel tears going down my face as I excuse myself and of course the second that I start crying he sees me.

I need to get out of here as fast as I can so I go upstairs to my room but get stopped right before I can go into my room. I look up and it's him it's Regulus freaking Black. My ex, the love of my life, the man who shattered my heart. Without sounding like a pathetic heartbroken girl I mutter ' what do you want Regulus' and that look once again, those eyes. Those beautiful, grey eyes that once had so much love now are filled with sorrow.

'Talk to me Mon Amour'. What, how could he say that. 'Don't, just don't'. He backed up and looked sad. ' Please let me explain, in private. Then you can decide if you forgive me or not please Y/n'. God, I'm going to regret this aren't I. ' fine' and we walk into my room.

'Last month when I broke up with you and when I said all those things. I didn't mean them, I don't mean a word'. what. he didn't mean them, what does that mean. Before I could get a word out he spoke again.

'I made a promise to my mother and I had to fulfill it. The night it happened was our two year anniversary and we had plans and I forgot about it. Because my mother called me to the house to' Regulus looks to the floor and I saw a year run down his check, he looked so sad but I was still so confused. 'Why did she need you Reggie'. With his head still down he mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. 'She summoned me to the manor to meet the dark lord and get my death mark'. Then he just falls to his knees in front of me and starts balling.

'Je t'aime tellement mon amour s'il te plait pardonne moi. Tu es l'air que je respire, tu es la raison pour laquelle je vis'

('I love you so much my love please forgive me. You are the air I breathe, you are the reason I live')

'Why didn't you just tell me Reggie? I wouldn't have been mad. I love you'. I say as I lean down to kiss him. That kiss lasted forever, his eyes lit up and after he wouldn't let go of my waist. 'I thought if I let you go it wouldn't hurt as much but it hurt worse, I never want to let you go and I won't again' he kisses me again and picks me up and brings me to my bed.

'You ok with this Mon Amour'? 'Yes Reggie'. He looks me in the eyes and he takes my dress off and kisses down my body. Making sure he leaves marks so everyone knows who I belong to. He slowly inches down to my panties and takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room for me to find later.

'Sit up for a minute chérie' and I do and be takes off my bra and goes straight to my nipples sucking and leaving marks. He goes from one to the other and it feels so good until he stops. And looks at me ' just you wait mon chéri, just you wait' and goes back down to the place I need him to most and starts eating me out. It feels like its been years since I've been touched ' FUCK. Feels so good Reggie, keep going and be does. And it feels so good. ' Fuck Reg, I'm cumming!!'. Next thing I know He's pressing a wet rag to where it's sensitive and kissing my thighs. And I know everything is going to be just right.